961: C961 A Dream of the Isle of Desolation

C961 A Dream of the Isle of Desolation

On one side was success and fame, and on the other side was five hundred years of lifespan, and on the other side was being killed on the spot.

Even a fool would know what to choose, not to mention a powerful Centaur. A powerful warrior who desperately wanted to increase his strength and extend his life.

Without even thinking, Darsi kneeled to the ground, "Master Lu, I am willing to swear my loyalty to you!"

"Hurry up and raise your cultivation. Then, take this Heavenly Halberd and defeat the Black Blood Clan!" Lu Fanfeng casually threw the Heavenly Halberd in front of Darsi, as if he was throwing away a piece of trash.

The moment he saw the Heavenly Halberd, Darsi immediately broke out in tears.

Previously, Lu Fanfeng had always thought that Heavenly Halberd were items that belonged to the Maya Clan.

It was only until they met Bismarck that they found out about the Heavenly Halberd's past.

Heavenly Halberd was originally a treasure of the Centaur race, but after the rise of its Vatican, it finally fell into the hands of the Vatican.

After the thousand-year war, Vatican rapidly declined, and a large number of bishop angels left Earth, leaving behind this object to suppress destiny.

It was just that later on, when Black Blood Clan rose, the Heavenly Halberd changed owners once again and fell into the hands of the Black Blood Clan.

After that, America rose abruptly, besieging Black Blood Clan headquarters, forcing Black Blood Clan to retreat from the historical stage, and at the same time, handing over Heavenly Halberd s to American Army.

In the Tokyo War, Lu Fanfeng killed the God Slaughtering Team and seized this item.

Now that he had returned the Heavenly Halberd to Darsi, it could be considered as returned to its original owner.

After thousands of years, the Heavenly Halberd had returned to the hands of the Centaurs.

But when he raised his head, he found that the Master Lu and Bismarck had long since disappeared.

Darcy hurriedly stuffed the Spirit Qi Pill into his mouth and immediately began cultivating.

He understood that he was about to become a great being comparable to the great men of history.

Three days later, in northern Canada, Ireland.

The island of Ireland was not the nearest neighbor of Britain. It was a small island with an area of less than 20 square kilometers.

Originally called the island of Garbo, an old man who lived on the island in the 1980s applied to the then Canadian government to change its name to the island of Ireland.

After all, it was just a change of name, and the island was not suitable for humans to live on.

The Government of Canada approved the application, but no one knew the real reason behind the change of name.

Ice and snow in the Arctic has caused a great deal of ice around the island, imperceptibly increasing the size of the island.

A skinny old man, dressed in ragged clothes, was sitting on the ice, fishing through the hole he had made in the ice.

It was unknown how long he had been in there, but his body had long since disappeared within the snowstorm. Only his occasional exhalations proved that he was still alive.

Since he was the only one on the island, the profits from a single day were not small.

"The great hero of Ireland, a powerful being that is revered by the world as a god, is actually hiding here. He even changed the name of the island and has a dream of annexing the world. Truly ridiculous!" Within the cold wind, a majestic and dignified voice suddenly sounded from all directions, and the direction could not be determined.

Although he used a voice that the skinny old man could not understand, the other party had actually sent a strand of consciousness into his mind, allowing him to understand what was being said.

In an instant, the skinny old man only felt a chill on his back. His thick polar bear leather clothes were instantly drenched in sweat.

"Who is it!" The skinny old man hastily jumped down from the stool. When he sat down, he couldn't see his height, but when he stood on the ground, he was shocked to discover that this old man's height was not even one meter, much like a dwarf.

The skinny old man looked around, but there was no one there.

"Stop looking, I'm here!" The mysterious voice sounded again, this time directly behind him.

The skinny old man quickly turned his head and saw a handsome yellow man.

Although he was forty or fifty degrees below the North Pole, the yellow man was wearing only thin clothes.

The terrifying snowstorm blew all the way to the front of the youth, but was blocked by a three feet thick wall of air.

Beside the youth stood a black-robed old man.

The moment he saw the black-robed old man, he finally calmed down. "Edward, after not meeting you for a few years, your strength has become even more unfathomable!"

"Long time no see, Nautilus!" Bismarck laughed.

"This is …" Nautilus looked at Lu Fanfeng with eyes filled with reverence.

He understood, with Bismarck's strength, it was impossible for him to do all that.

"Lu Fanfeng!" Lu Fanfeng did not speak further, and directly reported his name.

Hearing this, Nautilus shuddered, and the fishing rod in his hand fell to the ground.

"Lu..." Master Lu, you are a Master Lu of the Central Plains … " Nautilus said with a look of shock on his face.

"For a majestic Deep Sea Titan to not even be able to hold a single fishing rod, that is truly laughable!" Lu Fanfeng said.

Nautilus did not dare to refute what he had said. Instead, he respectfully asked, "I wonder why Master Lu has travelled so far to come to the island?"

Lu Fanfeng sneered, "After being chased out of the island by Black Blood Clan, you changed the name of this island to Ireland, don't tell me you want to numb yourself with it?"

"My apologies to Master Lu!" Nautilus said awkwardly.

The truth was as Lu Fanfeng had said, Nautilus was sent to this island using Black Blood Clan. In order to prevent himself from missing his homeland too much, he had to change this place to his homeland.

This matter, was no longer a secret in the Dark World, and Black Blood Clan had long known of this matter.

If the Government of Canada could approve it that year, it was likely to be filled with the good offices of the Black Blood Clan.

They didn't want to be found out, but they wanted to see a joke from Nautilus.

However, Nautilus did not care about this at all.

He was born in the homeland of the Deep Sea Titan and had been the target of everyone's ridicule since he was young. Perhaps, the seed of inferiority in the heart of this False Ranker was already buried deep within.

"I can help you return to Ireland and defeat the Black Blood Clan that humiliated you before. You will once again become an Irish hero!" Lu Fanfeng said calmly.

"Defeat the Black Blood Clan …" Hearing this, Norris shook his head, "That's impossible. The Black Blood Clan has sealed my ability forever. It's too late now …"

As he spoke, Nautilus wanted to return to his seat.

However, in front of him, an ordinary stool was incomparably tall.

Nautilus was on his hands and knees before he climbed onto the stool.

"With me here, it won't be too late!" Lu Fanfeng extended his index finger into the air and pointed at him. A wave of extremely pure power of lightning burst forth from the tip of his finger, and then directly struck Nautilus' body.

In a split-second, Nautilus felt the surrounding scenery rapidly shrinking. The stool under his butt instantly collapsed, and he too fell to the ground in a sorry state.

Nautilus's face was filled with incredulity at this miraculous event.1

He hastily looked at his palms. The hands that were originally the size of a child's hands had now turned into the size of a palm-leaf fan. His ten fingers were like a rolling pin.

"You actually helped me remove the curse, I'm back to my prime!" Nautilus said in surprise.

At this point of time, he was only a middle-aged man who resided in the Deep Sea Titan. It was the prime of spring and autumn, and as long as he removed the curse, he would be able to possess the strength of a Half Immortal. After recuperating for a short period of time, he would be able to be on the same level as the Earthly Immortal Stage Expert.

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